You are standing at the gates of your city along with the cheering crowd, watching as your grand army departs to go deal with yet another pester-some human kingdom who thinks they stand a chance against your superior might. Invidia is standing beside you, gripping your arm ever so slightly tighter as her stoic and levelheaded mask begins to crack. She bites her thumb, her voice showing a hint of venom What a privilege it must be to fight in your name in such a direct manner, o’ exalted one.
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